The Ballad of Pigeon John Denver

an ode to the pigeon we lost at our store

When newborn on his fledgling wings,
A pigeon dreamt of lofty things,
But elders warned of what’s in store,
“You’re just a pigeon. Nothing more.”

“Perhaps,” he thought, “I’ll be a swallow,
So swiftly flying none could follow,
Or maybe with great eagles soar!”
He was a pigeon. Nothing more.

“Or a poet! Scholar! Mathematician!
Saint, philosopher, great magician!
Like ravens, I’ll quote, ‘Nevermore!’”
Alas, a pigeon. Nothing more.

He dreamed of being other birds,
But in the end ’twas naught but words.
‘Twas just a pigeon — nothing more —
Who’d never heard of glass before.

sharoud Says:
Really cool, different but cool...like it...
Paul Says:
Thanks for reading, Chris!...
Chris Says:
whoa. sweet....
Paul Says:
Sarah, I totally agree! His enthusiasm is infectious....
Sarah Says:
The music is neat! But I also loved seeing the joy on his face....
Chris Says:
such a cool article. it makes sense. thanks for posting....
Sarah Says:
Merry Christmas, Paul! Have a great vacation!...
Autofonic Says:
This is awesome. I love the high pitched bleeps that come in occasionally. Morse code maybe? Kraftwe...
bonobo green Says:
Loved your show in Austin Texas! bonobo...
Sarah Says:
:)...

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